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Tag Archives: love
In Praise of Dark and Light
Everyone’s dark is coming up and it isn’t going to be pretty, as well it shouldn’t be. Beauty, as a rugged force, as thorny swaths of dream-thistles, blooms through night-fasting, and respiring enclosures of dark. Beauty marks the hidden faith … Continue reading
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Tagged brave new world, courage, creativity, dark, dawn, dreams, epic, faith, gospel, heart, John Biscello, Light, Literary, love, love poem, Poetry, praise, songs, sovereignty
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Dreams
Do not chase your dreams. Learn to keep still, truly still, and your dreams, rent from astral matter, will find you ready.
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Tagged astral, chase, conviction, cosmic, cosmos, destiny, dreams, faith, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, rent
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In my Solitude
I, by entering my solitude more deeply, find you there, flagrant ember in the wordless dark, shining remnant of our love, unfettered.
Riddle
The small, dark, wet comma clefting our words, is the bated riddle of love on God’s silver tongue.
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Tagged comma, devotion, dream, God, John Biscello, love, love poem, lovers, Poetry, sentence, tongue
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Wait for Me
There is no waiting, not really. Only bated suspension between commas, axles and imports; the spaces between lovers lie in fertile fields fed by small gods and nameless faeries who, by sacred squalls of weeping, consecrate the soil’s underlying reap. … Continue reading
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Tagged courtship, dream, John Biscello, love, love poem, lovers, poem, Poetry, romance, suspension, time, timeless, wait
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Kiss
Among the feathery downs of dark, and silvery quiet, I find you, time and again, the filigreed stem of a lush red rose, a night kiss sealing air in shuttered mourning.
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Tagged dark, dream, filigree, heartache, John Biscello, kiss, love, love poem, mourning, rose, silvery, sorrow
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Bask
To perish, gently, in a siege of love, every last wildflower the smiling face of a memory, basking, as you cede to the cradle of warm dream.
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Tagged bask, dream, gentle, grief, John Biscello, Light, love, love poem, memory, Poetry, symmetry, tender, wildflower
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Star
By solitude’s star, on any given night, a twinning may occur to praise phenomena, our bodies, alight, infused with never-ending gospel.
Lightning
your body, charged and opening, receives me in tenderest vein and history, recalling rain-faced flowers as petals glisten and bend.
Perish
Sincerity, with the price tag of ephemera, in passing, promises flash, scar, and then perish.
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Tagged bond, divine, haiku, John Biscello, love, mortality, perish, poem, Poetry, promises, scars
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